You want me to what?

Tige thinks he's going to make a runner out of me. He bought me an ipod for Valentines Day and fixed me all up with work-out music. He also bought me some cushy running socks. There's a Biggest Loser 5k race the end of March at the Biggest Loser resort here in St. George. He's signed the whole family up. We bought a double jogging stroller for the 2 kids. Tige has been dragging me and the kids down to the park, and he pushes the kids in the swings while I run/walk around the park. He's got his Garmin watch set up to beep at me for when to walk and when to run. He doesn't seem to remember that I never was a runner. Even in high school when I was in track and weighed 115 lbs, I still hated distance running. I was a sprinter and hurdler. Now I don't do anything of the sort. He's determined to make me a runner. I'm only going along because it's fun to be with him and have him "coach" me. I'll let you know if I survive the 5k the end of March. To be continued...